December 03, 2004

Mariah is angry.

I had intentions on blogging an entry about the horrid wind, but Mike beat me to it, referring to the dear darling as Mariah. My story however, is a little different than getting blown down the Hill and playing in College Avenue traffic.

It was Wednesday morning the power went out, i remember this simply because i had a blog portfolio, and i was planning on printing it out that afternoon before class. I was so mad because i thought i would be screwed and have to turn it in late, because Dr. Jerz surely would have told me i should have had it printed out earlier. I had thought something was odd coming back up the hill, tree branches were down everywhere, the wind was blowing like crazy, i could feel it rocking my car, i was almost afraid it was going to tip me(i have a jeep). The previous night, i had awoken to a loud sound, similar to nails, screws, nuts, bolts, and any other small objects being thrown onto an aluminum roof. At first i thought it was rain, thinking back that morning as i drove up the Hill, i realized it had been hail. As i walked across the parking lot to Maura, everything was a mess, and the wind was still howling, the sky was black on one side, gray and orangeish on the other, blue and kind of dark on another side. I was convinced we had experienced a tornado, or were about to. I headed up to my room, and i saw the clocks on all the floors were stopped(they are right by the doors i pass to go to fourth floor). I thought this was odd, i felt like i was in a movie. I got to my floor, and all the lights were out, i thought this was kind of cool, i like darkness, i saw someone in the hall who informed me that the power went out, and then someone else said it had gone out about 5:45 that morning. My roomate was sitting in the dark, angry she wasn't going to be able to blow dry her hair, but i decided that it was shower time. Once i got into the shower room, i realized i was going to be showering in the dark. I shut the door, and surprisingly, it was not pitch black...it wasn't bright and sunshiny, but i had class and wasn't waiting for the lights to go on so i could shower. I hopped in, and felt even more as though i were in a movie. I remember thinking that i felt as though i were in one of those movies where its the end of the world and im the only one alive. All i could hear was the water running, and the wind howling outside, sounding like dying children, and women being brutally murdered, compounded with opera singers and poltergeists. Yes, it really was that horrible and interesting at the same time, you all heard it:) I was actually enjoying myself, showering in the dark and all, i was a little scared i might wash my hair with face wash and my face with shampoo or put shaving cream on my wash cloth. Just kidding. It is funny to think about though, face wash shampoo and all. Just as i was thinking i could tell people i showered in the dark, the lights came back on. I was pissed. Not kidding there. I really liked showering in the dark, it had a relaxing sense, minus the dying, murderous sounding wind. Maybe i will shower at home in the dark, i may cause the water bill to skyrocket seeing as how there will be four people in the house then, but maybe i can save on electricity as a substitute.

Posted by Lori Rupert at December 3, 2004 06:28 PM
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Since we go to a Catholic school, I have dubbed the wind "Sister Mary Mariah, the screaming nun".

Posted by: Amanda at December 4, 2004 02:42 PM

But after Mike's entry, I am not sure how seriously she takes the vow of chastity. :-D

Posted by: Amanda at December 4, 2004 02:43 PM

Perhaps she is the rebellious nun, the crazy one who not only tries to (subtly) roll people down hills and keep people up at night, but the one who would stay up beyond curfew, and do crazy things such as silly string people and throw water balloons. She is the mischief maker.

Posted by: Lori at December 5, 2004 12:10 PM
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